18+ mdni | after being bratty all day because he wouldn’t give you attention, sylus decides to show you just how much he did notice you.
TW. spanking, daddy kink, clit rubbing
“is this what you wanted?“ sylus’s gruff voice boomed through the room, a harsh smack against your ass following his words. “nothing to say now huh?”
tears streaked down your face as you shook your head, thighs squeezing together to alleviate the pressure building between them.
you’d be lying if you said this wasn’t what you were hoping for. you barely saw him this past week due to endless work meetings, but when it carried over into the weekend you’d had enough.
deciding to get creative, you began teasing him in the only way you knew how; pretending there was another guy.
sylus sat at his desk in front of you, glasses perched on his crooked nose as he looked over documents. you played your ringtone before cheerily ‘answering’ the phone. “hey! no, i’m not doing anything, why?”
the scratch of pen against paper paused, his movements frozen as he ‘subtly’ eavesdropped. “dinner sounds great, i’m starving. jus’ gonna be me n’ you then?”
you hummed while casually examining your nails, the squeak of sylus’ chair turning in your direction alerting you that he was paying full attention now.
“okay, see you soon xavier!”
you moved to get up but were pushed down by a finger on your shoulder, sylus’ broad figure looming over you. “going out, kitten?”
you nodded, acting nonchalant even as heat began to curl in your gut. “i mean you’re busy so i’m just gonna see a friend for a bit”
he scoffed over you, clicking his tongue while he cocked his head to the side. “is that so?” he asked incredulously, glaring at your guilty features. “i don’t know, i think you just wanted my attention.”
sweat beaded at your hairline when you tried to deny the accusation, failing to fool him as he easily saw through you. “does my kitty-cat miss me? i’m so mean, aren’t i?” he pouted, lips jutting out in a mocking manner as your cheeks flushed. “don’t worry, you have my undivided attention now”
alarm bells should’ve gone off at the threat lacing his words, but for some reason you felt yourself getting wet. one thing led to another, and now you were bent over his knee, counting as he spanked you until he decided you’d learned your lesson.
“what’re we at now, kitten?”
you sniffled before mumbling ‘ten’, moans quickly replacing your whines as he began to circle your clit. “o-oh, sy feels good”
he chuckled at your comment, a quick slap landing on your pussy connecting trails of slick to his palm. “now now, sweetie. you know what you’re supposed to call me.”
you nodded as the rough pad of his middle finger began to nudge your sensitive nub once more, repeated small cries of ‘daddy’ leaving your lips making his finger increase its speed. your entrance clenched around nothing as he deprived it of any stimulation, choosing to rub your clit until you were writhing I n his lap.
“daddy, s-so close. please daddy can i cum?” your voice was unrecognizable as you begged for release, trembling when he finally gave you permission to cum.
you rode out your high while slick dripped down your thighs, his finger slowing down and pulling away once you were satisfied. you turned in his hold and watched as he sucked your cum off his digit, cock twitching underneath your tummy as he groaned.
“ready for more?” sylus wickedly grinned, relishing in the fear that filled your eyes before manhandling you to straddle his lap.
synopsis: you weren’t “together,” so it felt silly texting sylus that you missed his face … so you decided to try asking him for his workout routine instead.
tags: LADS, LADS (suggestive) fluff, sylus x reader, pre-relationship sylus x reader
content warnings: 18+ MDNI, no smut but suggestive conversation
word count: 1.3k
note: we know this can’t be canon bc sylus is terrible at taking pics LOLLL
it was a stupid idea, right?
sending a casual text to sylus besides something like “i’m on my way!” on a random weekday felt wrong.
you had cleaned blood off of each other, for god’s sake.
and trying to text flirt? how were you supposed to flirt with someone over the phone who already connected with you on a soul level?
it’s not that he didn’t text you. he often did while he was away on missions. and he definitely flirted.
but you really missed him, and something along the lines of “what are you up to?” didn’t seem like it was going to get you what you wanted.
so your message remained typed, your finger hovering over the send button as you contemplated every possible response he could send with growing anxiety.
you squeezed your eyes shut and tapped the button before you lost your nerve.
you: hey mr. boss-man, i’m trying to switch up my workout routine and was wondering if you’d tell me yours? 👀
you felt so embarrassed. you’d never even talked about his workout routine, but he clearly spent a lot of time in the gym.
your phone buzzed.
sylus: sure, kitten. but it might be easier to show you.
blinking in disbelief, you replied.
you: show me? how? aren’t you on a mission somewhere right now?
he sent another message, and your jaw dropped.
it was an image.
a mirror selfie of him in front of a weight rack. in an impossibly tight tank top. phone held dangerously low.
the angle made him look enormous (he was.) the dim lighting made his eyes glimmer a deeper, sultrier red, and the corner of his lips were upturned in that perfect half-smirk.
and his muscles… good god. he was perfectly drenched in sweat, and now you were perfectly drenched down-
your phone buzzed again.
sylus: no more questions?
you scrambled to type.
you: nonono sorry I was uhhh
you sent the message and punched a few more letters to appear like you were typing…
and then another image appeared.
this angle showed off the back of his incredibly built shoulders, back… and his large, wrapped hand curling around his phone.
bzzz!
sylus: are you drooling, kitten?
you let out a strangled laugh, face heating as you remembered to keep typing.
you: HOW DID YOU- (sent)
I MEAN (sent)
no…
you were slower to send the last message.
sylus: really? care to explain why you were typing for so long, then?
you took a deep breath, remembering why you texted him in the first place.
you: i was just thinking that my timing is perfect!! you’re already working out! buuut pictures might be a lot of work if you’re gonna show me the whole workout…
sylus: they aren’t too much trouble. I promise.
you: well… how am i supposed to see the workout moves if you’re still? 🧐
he took a minute to respond.
sylus: ahhh. you’d like a demonstration.
you bit your lip, waiting to see what he’d send next.
he’d sent you a few pictures before. one of a kitten plushie once, an antique gun another time, even a picture of him wearing some new sunglasses in one surprising instance… but never anything like this.
bzzzz!
your heart raced as you opened the message.
it was a video.
you pressed play.
sylus’s phone rested on the ground, likely propped against a wall, and he dropped to his knees in front of the camera.
your eyes widened at the close up of his sculpted thighs in gym shorts, but you were only allowed a glimpse before he dropped to his hands and started doing push-ups.
he did 20.. 40? who knew, it was probably 1,000 reps… you’d honestly stopped counting after 3, entirely transfixed on the way his muscles shifted and skin gleamed with each dip to the mat.
and his deep, heavy breathing… your thighs squeezed together.
you found yourself scoffing when he picked up the phone, ruining your view- until you realized you had an excellent view of his chest.
but that, too, proved to be fleeting, because he set his phone down in favor of some dumbbells to start curling.
his biceps flexed with each curl, his chin tipped back, allowing you a very personal view of the sweat dripping down his neck and chest.
you groaned.
and then he was picking up the phone again, ending the video with a wink that made your stomach flip.
sylus: I hope this is helpful.
you: VERY 🙂↕️ thank you…
sylus: any another questions, sweetie? or perhaps a request?
you were absolutely out of your mind, but your dopamine was high, so you took advantage of it.
you: yeah, actually. i’m so sorry… i was actually wanting to learn some more ab exercises. got any good ones ??
a few minutes passed, and you were suddenly nervous again. did you finally cross a line?
bzzz!
you opened a second video.
he’d managed to set up the phone near his feet, the angle sloping downward to capture his movement as he began doing sit-ups at an incline.
you swore his camera work had never been so good, because you could count the outline of all 4…6… 8!? of his abs through his form-fitting shirt from how perfect the angle was.
you also caught a glimpse of pale skin peeking out as his shirt rode up, and then deep lines that cut into a perfect v-shape from his waist down past the waistline of his shorts…
oops. you were actually drooling now.
did he really have no idea what he was doing to you?
the groan that slipped past his lips as he finished the set suggested otherwise.
he sent another message.
sylus: I’m about to finish up. did that video show you what you wanted?
he was insufferable. and you loved it.
you: mmhmmmm! very informative
you sent it, bit your lip, and decided to keep pushing your luck.
you: you might wanna ditch the shirt though. seemed like it was starting to get in the way
a minute passed. then another.
sylus: thanks, kitten. I’ll keep that in mind.
you frowned, slightly disappointed that he didn’t send another picture.
you: soooo what about leg workouts? ☹️
sylus: unfortunately, I won’t be able to show you any today.
your frown deepened, but you tried to ignore it. he was a busy man. he probably just didn’t have time to keep talking to you…
another message appeared.
sylus: in fact, it would probably be best if you joined me for training when I get back. that way I can show you all of the moves in detail.
a small smile lit your face.
you: that sounds great 😊
sylus: good. it’s settled, then.
you were about to set down your phone for the evening, a foolish smile plastered on your face, when your phone lit up.
sylus: you should text me more often, kitten.
you: oh yeah? i guess my timing really is excellent
sylus: I agree.
and then he sent another image.
luckily, you were already laying down, because otherwise you might have fainted.
he had ditched the shirt.
you ogled for precisely 3 minutes before remembering to send a response.
you: … i’m gonna to have some gooood dreams tonight
sylus: going to bed already?
you: yeah, i have work in the morning 😭 i should try and get some sleep
sylus: hmm. are you sure? I’m about to take a shower.
your jaw dropped. was he- no… seriously…?
you typed a message very slowly before finally deciding to tap the send button.
you: are you telling me that because you’re offering to send more pictures… orrr…
you clicked the screen off before he could respond, too nervous to see if he had started typing.
a few minutes passed.
then your phone buzzed.
your entire body flooded with heat as you read the message.
summary: having to scruff your boyfriend when he gets excited
cw: none just very very lightly suggestive at the end
wc: 664
lads masterlist valko masterlist
your boyfriend was easily excitable. always running around, tossing something back and forth while he lounged about, legs bouncing when he sat for too long, eyes flickering around at every little movement that caught his attention.
and normally it didn't bother you, it never has because that was just him and you loved him. but sometimes, sometimes it got a little too much. sometimes you just needed five minutes to yourself when you got home from a long day but he would immediately start rambling about his day, what his cousin did, the squirrel he swore stole his lunch.
you always communicated with him when you needed a moment and he took it with grace, nuzzling into your side and rubbing your back while you laid on top of him with your eyes closed. it was something you learned and built together, your own little habits and routine.
but that didn't mean other people didn't feel overwhelmed by valko.
you were at a kickback hosted by one of his cousins. the mood was light and friendly, kids screaming as they played in sprinklers and the low rumble of the older folk. you were chatting with his sisters, swapping stories when you heard his loud laugh— the one that said he was getting a little too into a story.
your eyes cut to him, easily finding him among the crowd. he was sitting with some people you haven't seen before and they all had that look on their faces. you dismissed yourself with a light laugh, making your way across the backyard and smiling at friends who called out to you.
coming to a stop behind valko had him reaching an arm out, hooking onto your waist and dragging you into him. you gave a polite smile to the people across from him and ruffled his hair. "whatcha talkin about?"
he gave you his wide lopsided grin, free hand moving in the air as he filled you in. you nodded along, scratching the short hair on his head and looked at the guests out the corner of your eye. they looked like they wanted to be anywhere but here, not in a mean way but in a way that told you they got sucked into a conversation they didn't know how to get out of.
"and then- then she wiped out! fell so hard she kicked up dirt and i swore i saw some go in her mouth! isn't that funny to-"
"ko, honey."
but he just kept going on and on, mouth running a mile a minute and stories mixing. your hand came to the back of his neck, palm covering the warm skin and you squeezed. he stuttered over his words, hand flexing against your waist as you held him firmly yet gentle.
you squeezed again and he relaxed into you, head plopping against your stomach as his mouth finally closed. turning to the guests, you spoke, "i think they just put out some more hotdogs if you didn't get any earlier." and nodded your head in the direction.
they smiled gratefully and took their escape making you laugh softly. valko was still limp against you, eyes shut as he breathed you in. "got too excited didn't i?"
hand moving from his neck to shoulders you rubbed soothing circles. "juuuust a little." he smiled against you before pulling away and blinking up at you with lazy eyes. "but you did good."
plopping into his lap, you nuzzled your faces together. "yeah? think they'll come back around?" he questions, accepting your nuzzles.
"probably, you're like a magnet."
"what ever that means."
you just giggled and pushed your finger against his nose softly. valko pressed you tighter against him and you felt it— valko junior. "valko!" you hissed, slapping at his chest. he laughed and held you in place with a firm grip.
"it was kind of hot what you did to shut me up… might have to have you do it in the bedroom."
One thing you always seemed to forget was that Zayne was a doctor.
Sure, he specialised in cardiology. He had a very good job as your own personal cardiac doctor, if you did say so yourself, and nobody could doubt that he excelled at mending up a damaged heart in whatever way possible.
But that was not the thing you had forgotten. No, you had forgotten that Zayne had a medical degree. Which meant that he knew every nook and cranny of a body by heart.
Which also included your body.
This fact probably explained how he was always able to drive into you with such clinical fucking precision, making you undone in barely minutes. It was embarrassing how quickly your legs stiffened around him, how fast your pussy clenched around him, and your pleasure spiked and spiked repeatedly.
Could anybody even blame you? The man had found the perfect spot in a second where it took other men a good hour, driving his hips upwards just right. Just enough pressure to make you scratch at his back like a cat, but not too much that you would be sore. Well, not too sore.
"Zayne, baby," he'd pinned you against the bed firmly this time, breasts pressed against the mattress. You may or may not have drooled very slightly onto your pillow. "Please slow down-"
"Really?" If there were a word in the dictionary for a soft-dom, it would be his name. Part of you thought he didn't even realise how fast he was going, but the rest knew he did. The methodical thrusts that had you soaring were not just coincidences. Every slap of his hips against yours was calculated to bring you to a toe-curling gasp. "But you asked for this, darling."
You had nobody to blame but yourself for getting into this predicament. You always riled up Zayne, played with his tie when he got back, and teased him about the most mundane things, trying not-so-subtly to break his cool facade and drag him to the bedroom.
It was you who had dragged your fingers across his neck in the way you knew he liked, loosening the buttons of his work shirt and tossing his glasses gently onto the nightstand.
"Yes," you moaned, clawing at the mattress when his hands grabbed onto your hips tightly, using them as leverage. "But that was- fuck, that was four rounds ago!"
"If you truly wish me to slow down, I will," you heard his soft voice from behind you, cock twitching between your tight walls. Finally, the fucker was about to cum himself. "But your body says otherwise."
"That's not fair, by the way," you managed to choke out, back arching weakly as the orgasm hit you like a brick (similar to the explosion where caleb blew up IM SORRY IM SORRY THIS IS UNCALLED FOR). He managed to cut through the pain of the overstimulation deliciously, leaving only pleasure in its wake. "You haven't cum once."
"It's not my fault you cum too easily," he shot back calmly, watching you turn your head to the side to shoot him a sidelong glare, which you didn't really mean. He bit his lip to suppress a groan, crushing his hips tightly against yours to push his wads of semen deeper inside you. You pushed your ass against him to draw out his afterglow, hearing his pants with satisfaction.
"For the record," you pouted as he fell next to you on the bed, clicking off the lamplight with a laze that he had perfected. "I don't cum fast."
"You do, darling."
"No, you just always know where my g-spot is!" You complained, pulling the blanket over the two of you sulkily.
"Oh, so you want me to stop?"
"Okay, I never said that-"
thank @iconicisa for forcing me to write this scrumptious piece
lads boys 🍎 ⭐ 🐦⬛🐠 ⛄ : sending "being with other men makes me miss you" to them
chuu's note: I saw someone send this to their partner on tiktok n got ✨️inspired✨️ (also, u know caleb was abt to pop off when his screenshot is the longest lmaooo)
Sum. Lads men reacting to you not being vocal about your needs for s3x. (early-relationship-ish).
notes. Based on a suggestion from an anon, i hope i did it right :') kinda smutty so MDNI. aside from that, seeing lads content just makes my heart heavy, i really hope everything will be fine and we get our wolf boy back.
I'm still fixated on how Valko snuggles up to the MC's head...
I saw the news too! Valko is innocent and has been recognised. LET'S GOO! Also, I don't draw Valko with his glasses enough.
"Do you like it?" Zayne holds up an elaborate piece of lingerie, a beautiful set in a shade of blue that you know will look amazing on you.
"It's beautiful! Was it expensive?" He holds it up to you, though you both know it'll fit perfectly. Zayne just knew all your measurements, you stopped questioning it a while ago.
"Don't worry about that. Do you want to try it on?" He offers, already stepping closer to help you undress. You're never embarrassed stripping in front of Zayne. You feel too comfortable around him to care, especially when he always looks at you with pure adoration in his eyes.
"Step into it?" He requests, so you rest a hand on his shoulder as you do, balancing yourself as he pulls up the bottom piece, before standing and helping you into the top.
He fusses with it for a moment, adjusting and making sure you're comfortable. When the nitpicky side of him is finally satisfied, he steps behind you and looks over your shoulder into the mirror.
"It's beautiful." You murmur, fingers brushing the soft lace. Zayne hums, cool hands finding your waist.
"You look beautiful." He whispers, already pulling you towards the bed. You fall onto it, Zayne close behind. He carefully pulls apart your legs, admiring you the whole time.
"You're insatiable, you know that?" You gasp as he fucks you, face buried in your shoulder. He hums in response, sucking a mark into the skin of your neck.
He's already close, just barely holding off when you cum hard, whimpering his name and stifling your moans by kissing him.
"Fuck!" He gasps as he pulls out, his cum making a mess between your thighs. You shiver at the sensation, while Zayne pulls back to admire you.
"Wow...I didn't think you could get more beautiful."
Valko knows who you've been with that day just by the scent . He's more then secure enough to not mind that so many of them happen to be very attractive men.
🐺
You walk into his office smelling of expensive warm cologne, machine oil, and rich smokey whiskey.
"How's Sylus? Did he try to offer you a job again?", he chuckles as he comes around his desk to give you a kiss on the cheek.
You can't help but giggle, still surprised that you don't have to tell him where you've been.
🐺
The sharp scent of antiseptic mixed with sugar and a hint of jasmine clings to you as Valko hugs you from behind.
"Did you tell Zayne hi for me?"
"I did. He wants to get dinner with us next week. I told him I'd text him after talking to you."
"Even if I'm busy, I'll gladly clear my schedule for our favorite doctor."
You shake your head in disbelief. Your appointment with Zayne had been first thing this morning and you hadn't had a chance to tell Valko that's where you were. How did he just know?
🐺
You come home from work to find your boyfriend snoozing on the couch. You try to be quiet as you take off your jacket and boots. You don't notice how his nose twitches taking in scent of damp earth, sweat, and ozone.
"You seem to have made it back alright, how's Xavier?"
You blink, surprised that he knew you went on a mission with Xavier, and that he was awake.
"We're both tired and Xavier got pretty muddy, a wanderer flung him into a puddle, but no one got hurt."
He smiled from his spot on the couch eyes squinting open. "Good to hear."
🐺
Slipping into your apartment Valko pauses for just a moment. Turpentine, fresh paint, and the sea side mix with your natural forest scent. As much as he hates to admit it he loves how you smell after spending the day with Rafayel.
"Hi babe! How was work?", you smile brightly as soon as you notice him.
"It was fine. How's our temperamental artist doing? Did he finish that commission on time?"
You tilt your head, not unlike Valko when he's thinking, how did he know you were with Rafayel today? Your boyfriend has been busy with meetings all day.
"He did. Thomas was about 30 minutes from stroking out but he got it done just in time."
Valko walked over giving you a tight hug and burying his nose into your hair.
"He needs to give poor Thomas a vacation." He chuckled as he breathed in the salty sea air that still lingered in your hair.
🐺
Valko is laying in your bed just scrolling on his phone when he hears you enter the apartment. He sniffs the air hoping to see where you've been today. His ears droop just a bit as he catches braised chicken wings, model glue, and something that smells like home when it's on your skin.
He meets you in the living room as you empty your pockets of keys and wallet.
"Hey baby, you didn't have to wait up for me!" You wrap him in a tight hug anyway.
He feels his tail start to bristle. A low growl starts deep in his chest as he rubs his face against your hair, large hands roaming over your body unhurriedly.
"What did you and Caleb do?" The question is strained, you know Caleb is the only one of your friends he's not thrilled about you spending time with
"He made me my favorite for dinner, then we worked on a new model plane, and ended the night with a movie."
The wolf let's out a hum, still rubbing his own scent over you.
"Val...you never scent me when I see any of my other friends just Caleb. Why?"
"Because Caleb is the only one of your friends who tries to scent you."
"No he doesn't!" You can't believe what he just said to you. Caleb wasn't a werewolf, he wouldn't even think of doing something like that.
"Hhmmmmm, did he give you his hoodie to wear?"
"Yeah, it was cold in his apartment."
"And did he hold you close to him during the movie? Maybe rubbing his cheek against your head?" Valko didn't sound upset, he almost sounded amused.
"How did you know? Are you spying on me!?" You turn in his hold to look at his face.
"No my sweet girl, I can just smell him on you and I can tell the difference between just being in someone's space and someone purposely trying to make someone else smell like them." He grinned while he gently bumped his nose against yours. "Too bad for Caleb I don't care cuz I know who you're coming home to."
You rolled your eyes, standing on tiptoe to kiss the tip of his, far too into your business, nose.
Yeah Valko didn't mind that you had so many attractive male friends but that doesn't mean he wouldn't scent you, just to remind them ( *cough* Caleb*cough*) who you belonged to.
when sylus has a long night, you know you'll have a long day.
when he returns from hours of annoyances, cleaning up and pulling on his black velvet robe, he doesn’t slink into bed like usual, trying his best not to disturb you despite the thrill he gets when you’re cranky. instead, he wakes you without remorse, gathers your weakly protesting form in his arms, and carries you to his favorite armchair—the one that overlooks the bustling nightscape from the balcony.
and once he sinks into the seat, sylus holds you captive.
his kisses linger all over. they torture you with long, wet, scandalous sounds, amplified when he sometimes drags his hot, rough tongue against your softer skin.
through it all, he’s grunting his pleasure, huffing your scent the way he longed to earlier. he’s anchoring you to his lap, holding you over his bulge, suppressing your squirms in every direction. his skin is so warm—too warm—and your body quickly follows suit.
“can i move, sylus?” you whine into his ear.
he ignores you, much too entranced with your body.
“sylus.”
a soft growl leaves him as he comes up for air—now is not the time for talking.
“why,” he whispers, pressing a slow kiss to your temple, “would you want to do that? are you not enjoying the sunrise as much as i am?”
“it hurts.” you gesture shyly between your legs, ghosting over your tingling clit. “and you’re not doing anything to make it better—just making it worse,” you slur, still disoriented from ruined sleep. “it’s uncomfy.”
you feel his chuckle more than hear it—hot, heavy pants setting your nerves aflame. “uncomfy, hm?”
“yes. it’s too much.” to prove your point, you try to wriggle away. arms lock around your waist like iron.
“ask me nicely.”
“please. i’ll stay here. just wanna get comfy.”
he tilts your head up to kiss you deeply, his broad, built chest heaving against yours. “go ahead, sweetie. get as comfy as you want. but while you do, know that i’m not letting you go anytime soon.”
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